Saturday, November 7, 2009

Hugo

Once upon a time, there was an idea and its name was Hugo. Hugo was a small idea and of the type that come out of the blue.


And Hugo, like all ideas that come out of the blue, had but one purpose in its life - to find one person who just happened to be ready to take Hugo and change it from being an idea into being - a something!


For, just as caterpillars dream of becoming butterflies, so also do ideas from out of the blue dream of becoming - something!


and so Hugo began its search for that person.


The first person Hugo came to just happened to be considering other ideas, and though Hugo tried to fit in, there was just no room.


The second person Hugo came to just happened to be watching television, so Hugo didn't even bother.


The third person Hugo came to just happened to be meditating, and Hugo quietly slipped away.


The fourth person Hugo came to just happened to be making a decision, and Hugo knew it would just be in the way.


The fifth person Hugo came to just happened to be speaking to someone else, and Hugo didn't want to interrupt.


The sixth person Hugo came to just happened to be angry, and Hugo was quickly bumped away.


The seventh person Hugo came to just happened to be very happy, and Hugo was floated away like a balloon.


The eighth person Hugo came too just happened to be depressed, and though Hugo waited a while, it grew impatient and left.


The ninth person Hugo came to just happened to be remembering, and Hugo felt a bit out of place.


The tenth person Hugo came to just happened to be a bit too young, and Hugo, small as he was, was still a bit too large.


But - the eleventh person Hugo came to just happened to be waiting to take Hugo and change it from being an idea into being - a something!


And that is why this story is named Hugo- for you see - the eleventh person was me, and this story is the something that Hugo became.

The End

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I met Jer (numb) in 1975 when my son and his best friend Zoe were both five. This is just one of the stories he wrote to entertain them... is it any wonder I fell in love? Some things, like good ideas, never get old.

15 comments:

linda said...

no, it is no wonder that you fell in love ♥:)

wonderful little story too!
xoxo

Seraphine said...

hugo is awfully picky!
but love is worth it.
i wonder if a caterpillar even knows it will one day become a butterfly.
how did we learn that we will one day become angels, if we're good?
i wonder if caterpillars have to be good to become butterflies?

Randal Graves said...

Choosy Hugos choose love. And, one presumes, peanut butter.

Liberality said...

The second person Hugo came to just happened to be watching television, so Hugo didn't even bother.

That made me laugh out loud. My thoughts exactly :D

Seraphine said...

i didn't say it last night, but i love the postcards. the cute little drawings are whimsical.

numb said...

they were whimsical times :) ...

susan said...

linda - I'm happy to say it's still true :-) and as you well know, some of us have been luckier than others.

sera - Ahh, he was just getting bumped away from everyplace else. I thin caterpillars know or why else would they go through the chrysalis agony?

randal - Peanut butter goes well with most everything ;-)

liberality - See? Some things really haven't changed.

sera - If you click on them they're full sized pieces of construction paper (but I'd taken away his crayons) :-)

numb - I think they still are :-)

okjimm said...

ya know, that was a pretty darn good marvelous type story. Had Shel Silverstein-esque charm. Maybe tonight I will go out looking for an idea..... instead of a beer. ;)

(yes,,,,, they are still whimsical times.... if we want them to be)

La Belette Rouge said...

I am so happy Hugo found such a good home.xo

Spadoman said...

This is so awesome! As a Grandpa, I read stories, or hear them being read to the Grandchildren, all the time. I'd like to read this one to them. I'm sure they'll come up with so many ideas for Hugo.

Another connection that pulled me in was the name, Hugo. When I packed up the family and moved from Chicago in 1974, we found a farm to rent in East Central Minnesota. It was 1 mile from Centerville, MN, but in the city limits of Lino Lakes, MN. Best of all, we had a Hugo, MN mailing address.

We would always ask, "Where did --you go--, Hugo, Hugo?" Silly, I know. I like silly.

Peace.

susan said...

okjimm - He found it while he was looking for something else so why not go and look for a beer? You never know what might show up :-) It was neat you noticed a similarity to Shel Silverstein.

belette - Me too ;-)

spadoman - I'm glad you enjoyed it and I hope you do read it to the Grandkids.

That was a neat coincidence that you once lived in Hugo. We considered moving to Boring OR when we were on our way out here but when we saw it it was guess what? Yes it was.

Ben said...

Wow. I'm glad you and Jerry held onto this. Hugo deserves to be shared.

susan said...

ben - You have a very good memory :-)

gfid said...

:0) definitely a keeper

susan said...

g-fid - Yep, both of them :-)